The ‘yes, please’ didn’t have time to make its way out of his mouth; before the suggestion had even left her mouth Celio had already taken off in a sort of power walk toward the general direction he’d seen the Bulbasaur run off in, his fingers curling and uncurling rapidly at his sides. She’d said that her Bulbasaur would be able to catch her with her vines — Tsukimi, he’d have to remember her name — but that only raised more questions for him. The vines wouldn’t hurt his Hoppip at all, would they? Her typing gave her a hearty resistance against Grass-type attacks, but even then her level was so terribly low that he doubted it’d do much to protect her. He didn’t know the stranger helping him or her Pokémon nearly well enough to make an estimate at how gentle they’d wind up being in retrieving her.
And yet despite the anxiety on his Hoppip’s behalf working its way into his increasingly upset stomach he had faith in the stranger.
The Bulbasaur had captured her. He slowed to a stop once she started walking her back, his fingers still busy picking at the cuff of his sleeve. A stray string had started to polk out of the end of it.
"… I’m — I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so nervous, but it’s just… Sevii’s so small. Being on the mainland always gets me frazzled. Um — thank you. Are you a breeder??”
⊰˚❁ ▌⋮ ❝A breeder hm? No, I just do grooming as a hobby.❞
She answered with a light smile. Daisy was almost a little too modest sometimes. In regards to grooming, she was at a professional level with her skills, but who wanted to hear something like that? She hated sounding conceited, and leading off with something like that seemed so pretentious.
❝Well that’s an understandable worry - the mainland is filled with quite a bit more obstacles that she could get caught in. Frazzled though? Do you have a map of the mainland?❞
Green colored eyes watched the other observantly for several moments, noticing his constant picking at the sleeve. After mulling it over for a moment as to whether or not she should comment on this, she decided against it, looking back at the pokemon. Maybe mentioning the nervous habit would make him even more jumpy.
As she tottered at a gentle enough pace, Tsukimi’s could be heard “bulbaing” toward the other pokemon in order to keep her calm. Finally meeting Daisy and Celio, the bulbasaur began retreating her vines at a slow pace until the hoppip was level with the male’s chest. Daisy closed the distance between the two, inspecting the hoppip.
❝See? I promised she’d be fine - unless you don’t believe so?❞
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